Captain Swan One-Shots

Truce, Part 4b/4b

Emma moved from her place in front of the door to sit back on the couch. Just as she had gotten relaxed, she remembered her overflowing laundry hamper.

She sighed as she supposed that her day off was also the day to tackle her clothes.

So, she walked into her laundry room and filled up the washing machine. When she grabbed the bottle of detergent, she groaned when she realized it was empty.

She threw it into the garbage can before she walked back into the living room. She grabbed her keys, phone, and wallet before she shrugged on her red leather jacket and headed out of the apartment.

As she was walking outside of her building, she was grateful when she remembered that a small store had opened up that was just across the street. This eliminated her need to fight the New York traffic.

When the blonde had made it onto the sidewalk, she approached the crosswalk. She waited for a few minutes before it was safe to cross the street. She then walked the ten blocks to the store.

Emma was able to quickly find what she needed from the store and was heading back to her apartment. However, as soon as she reached the crosswalk, the sky opened up with a sudden and fierce downpour.

"Are you serious?" she complained.

She then glanced around and realized that Killian's building was a couple of blocks away. So, she turned around and rushed over to it.

She was already soaked when she reached the building, and by the time she reached his door, she was shivering.

She knocked, and a moment later, he opened the door. He looked at her with widened eyes before he wordlessly ushered her inside the apartment.

Emma then took off her jacket and set everything on the counter before she told him, "I probably should have called first."

"Nonsense, love. I should hate to think that you had to walk all the back to your apartment in the pouring rain," Killian assured her. She smiled slightly before he continued, "Let's get you dry, shall we?"

Emma nodded before she followed him to his bedroom. He walked over to his chest of drawers and grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt.

As he handed them to her, he spoke, "These may be a little big on you, but I think they'll work."

"They will. Thank you, Killian," Emma told him.

"You're welcome, Swan. Killian stated. He then motioned behind her and said, "The bathroom's right over there. The towels are under the sink."

Emma thanked him once more before she headed for the restroom while Killian went back into the kitchen.

After putting her clothes and the towel in the dryer, the blonde joined Killian. He then handed her a mug of hot chocolate as he told her, "I'm afraid I'm not really a fan of cinnamon, love."

"That's alright, Killian. Thank you, again - I feel like I'm wearing those two words out," Emma responded.

The dark-haired man smiled as he sincerely told her, "Your thanks isn't necessary, love."

Emma smiled back at him before she nodded at him. She then took a sip of her drink. When she moved it from her lips, she complimented, "You really do make amazing hot chocolate."

He grinned as he told her, "Only the best for my favorite customer." Emma grinned back as she shook her head at him in response.

His expression then turned to one of concern as he noticed she was still slightly shivering. He then asked, "Care to move to the sofa, Swan? I'd wager that it's a lot warmer."